Out of my Head and Into My Heart: A Journey to Doctor Rock

The sky wasn’t pouring, but it was crying.  I decided they were happy tears.  Happy tears for our happy trails. The sky wasn’t black yet either. No black clouds were present, but it was loud. The storm will pass, I thought to myself as we marched, our eyes squinting at the rain drops, marching beside… Read More Out of my Head and Into My Heart: A Journey to Doctor Rock